It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. Lucy snatched it up and put it in her pack.
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